Checked out the Glasshouse Mountains after leaving Brisbane which have a great aboriginal tale whereby the mountains are members of a family, with the father being Mount Tibrogargan and the mother Mount Beerwah. All of the other mountains are sons and daughters with the eldest being Mount Coonowrin. Tibrogargan, the father, observes that the sea is rising and asks Coonowrin the eldest son to help their pregnant mother to safety. Terrified, Coonowrin instead flees. Infuriated by his sons cowardice Tibrogargan pursues him and strikes him so hard that he dislocates Coonowrin's neck. Once the danger passes, Coonowrin feels tremendous guilt for his actions and asks his father, brothers and sisters for forgiveness but all wept with shame

. This is said to explain the many small streams that flow through the area. Tibrogargan turned his back on Coonowrin and gazes out to sea refusing to look at his son Coonowrin who continues to hang his head in shame and weeps.

We also passed by Noosa which is a beautiful little town with a very idyllic beach before arriving at Rainbow Beach (so called because when you walk along the sand subtley changes colours- yellows, oranges, browns, reds, purples, beiges, greys, white n black) Its a lovely little place with literally a post office, supermarket, 2 shops and a few cafes. Thats it! So a good peaceful spot and our hostel even had real parrots in it!

The beach is completely deserted and naturally rustic, going on for miles just being empty. We met a girl in our room who was collecting a tiny little sample of sand from every beach she visited on her travels, so was pretty funny to watch her going along the beach trying to get a bit of all the different colours along the beach and parcel them up in some toilet paper.